...es was sending, That Lookout should be ours before the day sank into night. Through the forest, bared and blackened, with steadiness ne'er slackened, Wound like a lithesome river a column known as Geary 's braves; Marched they forth to take the mountain, though the soil should drain life's fountain-- Surged they onward 'gainst the giant rocks like the sea's tumultuous waves. “Forward!
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